He came to check on me today.

I was already feeling so heavy, so full, just waiting in my pink room. And when he walked in, I didn't even have to ask. He took one look at my swollen belly, smiled, and laid me back on the bed.

He spent hours filling me, milking me, and whispering how proud he is of how big I'm getting. I was so drained by the end I could barely lift my head, but I've never felt more perfect.

Every time he visits, I end up a little heavier, a little rounder. And I can't get enough of it.

This is what happens to a fertile little doll who gets kept full. Soft, round, and growing by the day. I can barely keep my lace closed anymore.

I can feel it starting. That deep, warm, throbbing pull in my core that tells me my body is at its absolute peak.

My heat is here.

I don't get to choose when it happens—I just get to surrender to it. My mind gets foggy, my belly feels extra heavy, and every inch of me aches to be filled, claimed, and used until I'm completely swollen.

I'm not shy about it. I'm in heat, I'm fertile, and I'm dripping with need. I want to be kept in this pink haze, bred until I can't think straight, and watched as I grow rounder and rounder.

Remember when I said I was just getting started?

Look at me now. I told you I was built to keep growing. Every day I wake up a little heavier, a little rounder, a little more full. It's like my body just can't stop swelling.

I love it. I love knowing that everyone who follows me gets to watch this belly get bigger and bigger.

Week 1 vs. Now.

Look at what being kept full and claimed has done to me.

I told you I was built to swell. I told you my body knew exactly what it was made for. Every day of heat, every drop of cream, every time I was filled—it all shows right here.

I’m so much heavier now. So much softer. So much more fertile.

And honestly? I love it. I love knowing that everyone watching me can see exactly how full I’ve gotten. I'm not hiding a single inch of it.

This is just the beginning though. I'm going to keep growing. Keep swelling. Keep being the perfect little breeding doll.

I used to be able to sit up straight. Now... well, look at me.

My belly is so heavy that it touches my knees when I sit. I have to lean back just to breathe properly. It's ridiculous. It's beautiful. It's exactly what I was made for.

My Handler saw me like this today and just shook his head, smiling. He said I'm getting almost too big.